Author's Note: Welcome to Naruto: One-shot's you guys give me a bunch of names or ideas about a one shot that you want, and I'll post it! Enjoy!
Summary: Love is tough. It makes you happy, sad, angry, confused, even weak or invincible. It pulls on your heartstrings and can be hard to figure out. That's what he's for. He's your support. The one who's always there for you. The one that shows you even if it gets rough, it will always work out. Because he loves you.
No specific gender pronouns will be used for the reader unless explicitly requested. I want these fics and stories to be as inclusive as possible so anyone could imagine themselves in the shoes of the reader.
"HOLD STILL!"
"DON'T PULL IT SO HARD, MM!"
"YOUR HAIR IS TOO LONG, IDIOT!"
"SHUT UP, _, UN!"
"What the hell is going on up there?" Itachi asked, emerging from his room, his normally calm features twisted in an irritated scowl. He had been trying to meditate for the past twenty minutes, but the amount of noise coming from Deidara's room above his was interfering with his concentration.
"We're not really sure." Pein said, shrugging. The orange-haired professor sat at the kitchen table with his reading glasses on, not looking up from the essays he was marking.
"Twenty bucks says they're fucking!" Hidan shouted, waving a twenty dollar bill in the air. The albino was sprawled out on the couch, wearing nothing but a pair of ripped jeans.
Konan wrinkled her nose. "I highly doubt it," She said. "_ isn't like that, and can you at least have some decency?" She scolded Hidan about his lack of clothes before turning her attention back to the crossword she was working on.
Hidan rolled his eyes. "It's fucking fourty degrees outside, and you expect me to put on more goddamn clothes?" He said.
Itachi pinched the bridge of his nose and let out a short sigh. "I don't care what it is they're doing." He said. "What I care about is whether someone is going to do something about it." He shot a quick glance over at Pein, but the man gave no indication he was about to stop what he was doing any time soon. "Isn't he your room mate, Sasori?"
"Yes, but _ is not my problem," Sasori said coolly from the living room. He had this toolbox out and was working on one of his newest prosthetic models. "You want to know what's going on? Go and find out yourself."
"Is no one going to do anything about it?" Itachi tried once more. When no one responded, Itachi's eyes narrowed and he shook his head before making his way up the stairs. When he got to the top floor, the noise level was even worse than it was from downstairs. Itachi stomped towards Deidara's room despite the volume and knocked on the door. When he got no response, he tested the handle and found it unlocked. Taking that as his permission to enter, he slammed the door open. You and Deidara were a tangled heap of limbs on the floor. You had several hair pins in your mouth, along with a hair tie, while Deidara, who already had several pins in his hair, was underneath you and had grabbed hold of one of your wrists, attempting to shove you off him.
"FOR FUCK'S SAKE GET OFF OF ME _, YEAH!"
"MAKE ME!"
"WHEN I GET YOU OFF OF ME I SWEAR-"
"WHAT'RE YOU GONNA DO, BLONDIE?!"
Itachi hadn't noticed, but some of the other Akatsuki members had gathered themselves on the stairs, listening to what was going on. "BOTH OF YOU SHUT THE HELL UP!" Itachi practically roared. You and Deidara froze, while Itachi stood there glaring daggers at the both of you. If looks could kill, you would both be dead. No one moved, not even the others who were gathered outside, and the tension seemed to grow until Hidan broke the silence.
"Are they fuckin' or what?" He asked, craning his neck to try to get a better view from behind Itachi. You looked up, made eye contact with him, and his smirk disappeared, all the blood draining from his face. "OH SHIT!" He tried to escape down the stairs, but you managed to untangle yourself from Deidara, dart past Itachi, and dive straight at Hidan who let out a high pitched shriek as you tackled him down the stairs.
Deidara sat up, rubbing the back of his neck, and glared at Itachi, oblivious to the death stare he was being given. "Took you long enough, un." He scowled.
"_ is your problem, brat," Sasori's calm voice floated up from the bottom of the stairs.
"Shut up, Sasori-no-danna, mm!" Deidara snapped.
"Would someone get _ the fuck off me?!" Hidan yelled from the foot of the stairs. Deidara rolled his eyes before getting up, walking past the fuming Uchiha down the stairs, bending down to wrap his arms around your waist and pluck you off of Hidan, throwing you over his shoulder.
"Time for your punishment, mm." Deidara said, as he carried you back up the stairs into his room, kicking the door closed in Itachi's face as he entered. Itachi let out a defeated huff and went back downstairs to his room. The other Akatsuki members that had gathered themselves on the stairs slowly made their way back to whatever it was they had been doing.
"DEIDARA, DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE- AAAAAAAAHHHH!"
End of Chapter 1
Author's Note: Hope you enjoyed! See you in the next one! Bye!